hard boiled man

a hard boiled man,

stumps for knees pounded 

by toiling years laying carpet,

sips coffee at the counter

with a friend,

and his heart 

was not telling him

at the counter;

there were no alarms

until his brain closed his eyes

while he drove home,

no one was with him 

to hear his heart squeeze

but 

not

pump.

veered into the westbound lane

heading east,

and the air bag did not deploy

before the steering wheel 

entered him,

and the way the cab bent

did not comply with 

how his spine 

had been designed

and his hip cracked

in the crunch.

another heart attack 

while 

in 

traction

and every pensive kin

gathered as sullen crows

cawing softly in the hall

but i knew he was too mean to die

the other guy

did

not 

make

it

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Sigh, this is heavy. Good read, you slammed all the emotions head on, hmmm, the bad never die young, do they? ....

[m.s.early]

(: thank you Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

You're welcome, you painted a vivid picture of the sob here.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. The title drew me in to this realistic but powerful write. Another one of your unique writes...:)..............

[m.s.early]

(: thank you sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome....:).......................